These stories these lives are constantly around me each tale from a different view.
Why talk when there is so much just to listen to?

Using the pay phone, why? Snippets of conversation, enough to known that a family is torn apart, to know that there is heart break and anger, too intimate to be overheard but you're just trying to do your job and he's just talking on the phone.

Sometimes it breaks your heart a bit.

I'm pretty deep in a sort of listening mode lately if you can't tell. I mean I talk and all but I am very aware of my senses.



In real life I went to a baseball game with my 4-H friend Amanda on Monday. It was pretty fun. Our team got a home run with the bases fully loaded and then we nailed another home run right after, securing our team the win. Our team could catch and hit pretty well. I like sports much more when I am actually there watching them.
Was pretty funny though, a ball went in to the stands and these guys all go racing for it. The one guy gets it and just lets out this war cry that makes everyone start laughing. The game was very entertaining and the mascots and contests they had were great.

For my souvenir I grabbed a pin to stick on my pin hat that must weigh two pounds and has *counts* forty pins stuck on it, most 4-H awards, some goats, American flags and army things. I also have my Scholastics Gold Key award pin on it as well as a few other odds and ends. I've had the hat forever. It is brown corduroy with a tan band and it barely fits on my head and makes me look like a dork but I still love it. I want to eventually fill it up as completely as I can.

That's the news for now.
Peace.
~Lo